six fourty two am, longing nights
Can I lift my dress up for you?
Can I lift it in the night?
The white undersides of my thighs
look much better in the dying light.
I'll lift it to the ceiling tiles
of stadiums and shrines.
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six fourty two am, longing nights
Can I lift my dress up for you? Can I lift it in the night? The white undersides of my thighs look much better in the dying light. I'll lift it to the ceiling tiles of stadiums and shrines. |